Life is like
a beardy Luke Skywalker
on the edge
of a cliff

It turns around slowly
stares at you
and doesn’t say anything
for two years

It also
doesn’t have
a great relationship
with its nephew


It Is Not to Be

It is not to be
that you and I will
know what is to be
for we are young
and free
and filled with oatmeal
and thus
we shall punch the world in the face
punch our lives in the face
punch those nosy neighbours in the kneecaps
and run
into the automobile of life
and get stuck in all the intersections


is like a misbehaving poodle
that gets into a brawl
with a leftover cheese sandwich
fighting so passionately
and so badly
that a poet is inspired
to write an epic
in which the poodle appears
as a mighty warrior
and the cheese sandwich is a dragon
and the poem is read for six hundred years
and taught to bored literature students
with improbably small vocabularies


There is an ocarina
behind my couch cushions
a ceramic ocarina
on a string
I forgot I owned it
but there it is

Now it is sitting on top of my couch
which I think is where it started
and doubtless it will soon
slip behind the cushions again

This is a metaphor
for life